Wish there was someone I could pour my thoughts to,
When my eyes get filled with sorrow memories.
Maybe someone to tell me they won’t leave and never leave.
Because they all have left.
Selfish
I showed them
My soul
My Spirit
My pain
My tears.
But they left like I knew they would.
I'm trying not to lose myself in this world of a maze.
God it’s so hard when you’re driven insane by pain.
I'm smiling
But my thoughts are scratching my brain screaming for them to be heard.
Red pours from my thoughts
I try block
But sometimes I end up swaying, flowing in my thoughts flowing so far
I'm halfway drowning.
So lifeless sometimes that I enjoy the knowledge that I’m slowly killing myself.
My thoughts are killing me so soft and slow.
I'm trapped
I'm smiling but they can’t see I'm drowning.
About the Creator
Mary Louise
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